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To Horace Maim
public room; but being extremely absent and deep in politics, he walked through the little room to a convenience behind the curtain, from whence (still absent) he produced himself in a situation extremely diverting to the women: imagine his delicacy, and the passion he was in at their laughing!
I laughed at myself prodigiously the other day for a piece of absence; I was writing on the King's birthday, and being disturbed with the mob in the street, I rang for the porter, and, with an air of grandeur, as if I was still at Downing Street, cried, ' Pray send away those marrowbones and cleavers!' The poor fellow, with the most mortified air in the world, replied, ' Sir, they are not at our door, but over the way at ray Lord Carteret's.' ' Oh,' said I, * then let them alone; may be, he does not dislike the noise!' I pity the poor porter, who sees all his old customers going over the way too.
Our operas begin to-morrow with a pasticcio, full of most o,f my favourite songs: the Fumagalli has disappointed us; she had received an hundred ducats, and then "wrote word that she had spent them, and was afraid of coming through the Spanish quarters; but if they would send her an hundred more, she would come next year. Villettes has been written to in the strongest manner to have her forced hither, (for she is at Turin). I tell you this by way of key, in case you should receive a mysterious letter in cipher from him about this important business.
I have not seen Due d'Aremberg; but I hear that all the entertainments for him are suppers, for he will dine at his own hour, eleven in the morning. He proposed it to the Duchess of Eichmond when she invited him, but she said she did not know where to find company to dine with him at that hour.
I must advise you to be cautious how you refuse humour-